Whether to run or fly

 

It rained earlier and was supposed to rain some more.  I decided to go to a part of the river that we don’t normally visit, a part where nothing much grows in the river itself.  Also, it was easier to walk on the hard-packed river service road than muck about in the still-wet sand.  Duffy had been here before, but this was his first time off leash, and he loved it.

There are trees and brush between the river and a dairy.  The girls like to make little forays down there, but when I saw Ginger leading Duffy toward the dairy, I was alarmed and yelled “not too far.”  Duffy immediately turned around and came back to me.

But Ginger exercised her right as senior dog and walked amongst the trees for a bit.